The flight of my dreams

I was on a very high mountain. I was feeling the cold breeze. Far below I could see a vehicle moving. The depth was quite sharpening. I saw a river flowing like a small canal turning around and moving in other direction. I saw the greenery below where trees looked small and some quite green bushing like trees, almost covering the ground below it. The depth was as if it was pulling me down. I could not imagine how and when I shall go down and back to my place. I felt the blank feeling inside my heart. I had the idea that if I fell down I will surely die midway.

Then suddenly I felt that I must reach my place at the earliest. I was sort of desperate. I opened my hands and jumped ahead; I almost lost my balance and was falling with great speed. Then suddenly I felt as if my hands were supporting my weight and I started rising up and balancing and descending as I wished. I started feeling comfortable. I came down easy and returned to my place.

It started as if a habit, now I was trying from my own place; I slowly started flying, but could not rise above certain height.

I was quite observant during all these events and I felt that there was a different heart pressure and feeling inside the mind. Also during very serious flights I bunked some of the distances and directly came to the bed. Then later after a period of time it stopped suddenly.

Then, when I was quite young, I felt some hard net building up and as if it was pressing me hard under, I could not breathe and felt very uneasy as if it was going to kill me. I was quite afraid of such dark hours and was always worried about them. I had no solution for them at that time.

Later sometimes it started as if solving certain problems in mind and it turned serious sometimes and never ending and worrying me and as if losing all my directions in the mind, then I used to sit straight and remember the lord and sometimes I could solve the problem without doing so and there used to be a relaxed atmosphere telling me that there was actually no problem.

But all these later times I could feel god quite near me, and always made me comfortable towards the end. Slowly fears were getting weaker and weaker, and I could see the greatness of the god, as if pulling me out, from the darkness of the death ravine.